17 days

17 days.  Yes.  17.  And then I will be mar­ried.  I’m both excit­ed and ter­ri­fied, nat­u­ral­ly.  Prepa­ra­tions are com­ing togeth­er, but I’m hav­ing trou­ble under­stand­ing how I’m sup­posed to focus on work while this is going on.  If I had been made to feel less impor­tant at work, I would prob­a­bly just take off the next two weeks.  🙂  As it is, they seem to like me, so I can’t real­ly just dis­ap­pear for a while.